Snow, heavy snow.

In the middle of the snow.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of the fast horse Tseten, trampling through the desolate and barren land, on the Gobi Desert, the sound of "rumbling", as if marching through thousands of troops and horses, one after another shouting, came out for a long time in the wind and snow.

The white pennant fluttered in the snow, as if it had become one.

Only the words on the flag can still distinguish one from the other.

Manmado.

On the desolate and vast land, the whistling north wind swept across the sky, like the roar of gods and demons, and like the souls of the dead who had died for thousands of years in this land were weeping, wailing and whimpering, terrifying, and awe-inspiring.

The snow was very large, and the big ones almost buried the black soil and yellow sand, and even those grass stalks were covered with a frost white, and at a glance, it seemed that the sky and the earth could not be distinguished.

Kanto, Manmado.

In the vast snow, a huge manor mansion loomed.

It looks like a vague distant mountain, standing in the wind and snow.

It is not like the luxurious layout of the Luoyang family, but it is a little rougher, just like those swordsmen and horse bandits who eat meat and drink wine in Guanzhong, simple, direct, and bold.

Around the mansion, surrounded by a circle of cedar trees, the height of three zhang, surrounded by hundreds of horses, this is the largest horse farm in the Kanto region, but also under the "Shendaodo", the most prestigious force.

The houses inside are high and piled up like mountains, and it is difficult to distinguish the number.

A huge arch stood in the snow, and a white flag was firmly nailed to both sides of the door, fluttering in the wind.

On both sides of the arch, now a strong man wearing linen and filial piety is standing side by side, as if paying tribute to the dead.

It is indeed a dead person, everyone knows that Bai Yu, the master of the "Divine Sword Hall", and Ma Kongqun, the master of the "Ten Thousand Horse Hall", are righteous brothers, and they are friends of eight worships; Now that Bai Yu was ambushed and died, and the Bai family was all wiped out, how could he, a brother, be indifferent.

Since the death of the feather in the day, Ma Kongqun has not closed his eyes for a day and a night, and he has ordered all the forces up and down Wanmatang to search everywhere outside the pass, vowing to kill the murderer and avenge this blood sea for his eldest brother.

Everyone calls him a righteous Bo Yuntian, no, inside and outside the Guan, many people who are good friends with Bai Bai Yu and know Ma Kongqun are now coming to Wanma Hall for a while.

At the end of the racecourse, there is a hall made of white wood. This hall may not be wide enough, it is only about ten feet, but it is very deep, almost deeper than the inner courtyard of the palace, almost half of the horse farm.

But anyone who sees this hall for the first time will inevitably be frightened, and if someone wants to walk from the door to the end, it will take one or two thousand steps.

On the wall of the hall, there is a magnificent scene of thousands of horses galloping, some leading their necks and neighing, some flying manes and raising their hooves, and some people standing up; The demeanor of each horse is different, the color of each horse is also different, and each horse is vividly expressed, and the horse is incomparably high, as if it is in the middle of the horses, on the vast wasteland.

There is a huge plaque hanging horizontally at the head of the hall, the ink stains on it are dripping, the handwriting is silver hook iron painting, the penmanship is dragon flying and the phoenix is dancing, and the atmosphere is magnificent.

"Wanmatang!"

The hall was empty, and at the end was a vermilion wooden chair, covered with deerskin, and on the chair sat a man in white who looked thirty years old, with an expressionless face, gloomy eyes, and a sad look between his eyebrows.

The aisle was long, and the long one looked at him from the doorway, and the man was about the size of a fist, and he could gallop through it, almost longer than some market streets.

On both sides of the aisle, there are hundreds of white wooden chairs, and on the chairs, they are all from all over the world, as well as people from the Divine Sword Hall, as well as people from Wanma Hall, there are too many, there are almost five hundred, densely packed, all of them are tall and fat.

The simple furnishings, but with an indescribable solemnity, solemnity, majestic, majestic, I believe that whoever steps into this place, will inevitably be shocked by the hard work.

And the man in white is the owner of "Wanma Hall", Ma Kongqun.

This person's reputation is not weak, and the place outside the gate is only under Bai Bai Yu alone, and his martial arts are not bad, which makes him recruit a lot of good players inside and outside the gate, which has created the great foundation of today's "Wanmatang".

Ma Kongqun's facial features are upright, although he is not very handsome, but he also has a kind of chivalrous spirit, wide forehead and thick eyebrows, round face and big eyes, bright eyes, people will have the meaning of friendship in their hearts when they see it, and there are two faint shallow whiskers on the upper jaw.

He sat upright, like a tall green pine, straight and straight, with his back straight.

"You must already know about my brother-in-law!"

He spoke.

As soon as he spoke, the voice instantly reached the door from the end of the hall, and the majestic voice echoed in the hall, and then was blown away by the wind.

"I, Ma Kongqun, hereby make an oath, no matter who they are, I must find them, let them pay for their blood debts, and avenge my brother-in-law!"

Ma Kongqun glanced at the heroes in the hall, and said with sadness: "Please also give Ma some time, I will definitely give you an explanation." ”

"The master of the horse hall is polite, the master of the white hall is so heroic, we vow to avenge it, that is, to turn the martial arts upside down, and to dig out those murderers!"

Someone chimed in.

"Confess? Ma Kongqun, hehe, I'm afraid that in a while, all the remaining bit of family wealth in Bai Baiyu will be in your hands! ”

Suddenly.

A sneer floated in the snow outside the door.

"Who?"

While everyone's faces changed, someone had already stood up and shouted loudly.

"Whoosh!"

No one answered him, but there was a cyan shadow shot straight from outside the door like the wind, like an arrow with a strong bow, and everyone watched it, and with a "bang" sound, it flew into the hall and was nailed to a wooden pillar.

"Wow" a volume, look at it, you can see that it is also a big flag, the flag cloth is flying with the wind, on it he saw a long dragon with teeth and claws jumping into view, lifelike, delicate, as if to take off at any time.

The drunker's eyes widened, and the voice in his throat instantly seemed to be stuck by a stone, and his face turned from red to white, and he just left his seat, and he plopped back again.

"The Blue Dragon Society?"

Someone screamed in surprise.

Only then did I see two men in Tsing Yi walking in outside the door, one tall and one short, both with sneers on their faces, and their sallow faces seemed to be frozen by the wind and snow, like iron sheets.

"On the order of the head of the dragon, Ma Kongqun, you are treacherous, colluded with others, and ambushed Bai Yu in order to seize the foundation of the Divine Sword Hall, so that the Demon Sect is about to advance eastward, let us take your head to worship in front of Bai Yu's tomb, you are also a character, you, kill yourself!"

Everyone in the hall was in an uproar.

"What? Did Ma Kongqun kill Bai Yu? ”

"Is there any evidence for what you say? Don't you think that the green dragon will be powerful, so you can cover the sky with one hand? Ma—"

Ma Kongqun's face was expressionless, but his hands were already clutching the armrests of the wooden chair, his pupils trembled, and his cheeks trembled slightly.

The visitor smiled and interrupted him impatiently.

"What evidence do I need for the Blue Dragon Society? You're telling a joke! ”

I didn't want to see someone stand up in the hall suddenly, and muttered "I know" in his mouth, he looked at the two people at the door stupidly. "Can you write it off if you commit suicide?"

The tall man in Tsing Yi said lightly: "Naturally! ”

"Poof!"

The man who stood up didn't say a word, turned his hand to cover himself with the heavenly spirit, and vomited blood on the spot.

"Ah, this is the Iron Hand Gentleman Yi Dajing, what is he doing?"

Others were talking.

But then, a few more people stood up one after another with wooden faces, and fell to the ground one by one.

The short man in Tsing Yi said coldly: "Ma Kongqun, your fellow party members have gone, and you still don't want to do it?" ”

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